The Cliche Love Story Everyone Hates, But Wishes They Could Really Have

Since no one reads this blog, no one ever has, and the only person that still keeps their blog updated is Liz, I feel pretty confident that this post won't cause some ripple effect on my life. Blogging has almost died, but writing is still a way to pretend this is how you wish you could sound, and even right now I don't know how I want everyone to see me. Either way, I need to write right now; this instant and no later. So last year (7th), I was still in the shock of 6th grade, and needed to wake up from being a little kid and really look at my life. So there's this guy, and it turns out this is going to be the cliche love story everyone hates, but wishes they could really have. Or at least what I wished, I can't make conclusions for the whole world. That's why I hate geometry so much. There's so many factors and what-ifs that can make a conditional false. Anyways, his name is Austin, and he sat across from me in LA, and ended up in my math class too. He moved here in 6th grade from New Jersey (???), and I had never seen him before. Not in the halls, in my classes, or even his heard his name or voice or heard it on announcements. It ends up that I fall for him.....hard. Like the kind where almost everything that happens somehow brings you to think of him. We used to just sit across from each other LA, and have those awkward "I've been staring at you moments" when the other person looks up from the table side. The only thing to do was to smile and forget it happened. It kinda went back in forth, from me going out of my way to get noticed, to just sitting there thinking how stupid I was to think this great a person might actually like me as much I as had thought I loved him. Here comes rumors that whisper "Hayley you know Austin likes you?" I really didn't know what to think, because I how could some like me, that straight A pony tail blonde girl from gifted and talented language arts? Either way I just ignored it, thinking it to good to be true. But rumors didn't start until about February, and I fell back in November. Maybe those very silent glances and complete lack of communication had somehow made him realized I loved him. But my life went on, and I still had friends and did the other things I loved, just without him. April came, and so did track; and would you guess, Austin joined the team. Now there was a reason to stop him in the halls to ask if we had practice, or if the next meet was in Thorton or York. And we might've have been the only two to not play with the forgotten tennis balls in the parking lot, but would rather just talk. So this went on, but advanced to talking in other classes about anything that was floating around the air, in the school, or just between us. And now there's posters for the black and white dance around school, next week to be exact. Everyone's excited, and makes secret plans to wear florecents and neons, and the less adventures wore colored socks. Either way I wanted to go, even if just to go with friends, like I had for the five dances before that. Here comes May, and the second Friday of the month, the dance friday everyone had been waiting for. So 7:30 came around, then it was 8:30, then it was 9:25. The DJ says last dance, and Stairway to Heaven, the longest and slowest song that any Middle School to think to torture there students with, came on with the hope of creating some social fireworks tonight. Everyone that had been going out before tonight, were already close enought that they were already asking each other, but those not so lucky were trying to make their way across the dance floor to ask one person if they wanted to stand out a little bit more that night. Who would you guess came over to me? No, it wasn't my friend to suggest and laugh that even though she and I were alone, we should just talk and think about all the others that had set themselves aside to be looked at in that sort of specticle, it happened to be the only person I had liked that whole year. He just sort of looked at me and smiled, but still closed the last few steps between us and asked. "Hey Hayley do you want you dance?" More like a best friend asking, but it was asking all the same. I didn't even say anything, I just sort of smiled and nodded, and put my hands around his neck. He was nervous, I could tell that much, and when he didn't know how to even hold my waist and slow dance, his whole face was red. But I didn't mind, not at all. And when he said I had really pretty eyes, probably one of the most innocent things you can say to a person, I thought I couldn't possibly blush any more. But that song and night ended, and that was that. So for the next 2 or 3 months, I was actually afraid of talking to him. I didn't want to have to say anything that might make him think I was stupid or anything like that. He thinks I'm so great now, what if I completely ruin it with just one sentance? So I was nervous, shaking, and quiet for the rest of May, and the a little bit of June (say a few days). This was exactly like I was in all of March, afraid that the rumors might be true, so I fixed all my thoughts on the musical which had conviently started in the month of March. Either way, I had fallen so hard I didn't think I could ever get out of it. So when year book signing came around, "Austin, you're an amazing friend, hope to see you over the summer! -Hayley" which happened the same time as "Sorry I didn't ask you out, my parents wouldn't let me. I really like you and I hope you feel the same way. Have a great summer! - Austin". .....I felt like a love sick douche. Either way, summer came and I had no way of seeing him, so I tried to get over him one way or another (which failed miserably). September rolled around, and school started again. For the first 2 weeks of school, was probably the shallowest weeks of my life. It was all summer gossip, and bitching about poeple that pretended to be best friends. The same questions came up again too. "Do you still like him?" "I think he might like you, do you want me to ask?" I knew I still liked him, but I hadn't talked to him, and still didn't see him those 2 weeks, but I told everyone 'I didn't really like him but maybe a little bit.' Week number 3 comes, and we start to talk all over again, like the summer never happened at all. Wednesday October 14th, cross country meet, we started going out. He had called me that Monday, left a message and a question about a movie. "So are we going out?" "Yeah, I think we are." "Okay, good luck in your race." Word for word.... But now I love him all over again. Friday November 6th, field trip bus, we kissed. I'm pretty sure he counted, and it was 8 times. So now I still love him even more than 7th grade, or even October 14th. We call each other almost everyday, and today alone we talked for 4 1/2 hours. I love Austin so much.








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